An Experience

It is so easy to get down on yourself, especially when progress toward a goal is glacially slow and so very, very visible.

Last week I had an experience that gave me a boost.  I went to get my hair colored and deep conditioned.  My colorist and I talked about world travel, the education system, advanced math and literature.  Then she left.  As I sat in the chair letting the color sit, I listened to the conversations around me.  I heard gossip, plans for lying and emotional manipulation, poor grammar, group planning of hurtful texts and a whole lot of empty headed nothingness.  (Not that there is anything wrong with a little mental fluff of the happy and kind variety.  We all need that from time to time.)

No, the point is that despite feeling disappointed about the image staring back at me from the mirror I started feeling quite good about the person on the inside.  I felt smart.  I felt honest.  I felt classy.  I felt considerate.

There is everything right with wanting to look better and progress toward a goal.  But I must fight the tendency to let that localized dissatisfaction become general poor self image.

I'm a pretty decent gal.  I deserve to feel like one.